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This is a story of how I almost got married at the tender age, but missed my chance due to Pepsi and Karan Johar.
To understand this story, I first need to explain my relationship with these two things. Pepsi is my poison, that’s right? I never need to have alcohol, as Pepsi does the trick for me. The sugar rush from the drink hits my brain and sees me losing my inhibitions and displaying behaviour usually seen in individuals after 4 shots of Tequila.
Karan Johar on the other hand has an ever worse effect on me. Having grown up on a staple diet of his saccharine sweet movies, I am a die-hard romantic, who can’t resist a foot tapping number. In fact the song ‘It’s the time to Disco’ from ‘Kal ho na ho’ has a weird effect on my limbs and my hands and legs move on their own accord.
Having understood these nuances I now take you to a New Year’s party of 2004. A party will be too kind a name to give to this event where I was forced to go by a friend of mine. Hosted at a family friend’s house, this was a boring affair presided by parents where the high point of the evening was musical chairs. Aunties were eyeing their husbands strictly who were inconspicuously trying to move towards a small bar set up in the corner of the room. I had been prohibited to even touch Pepsi till the end of the evening adding to my moroseness.
After enduring the goings-on for a few hours during which I fell asleep twice, a ball dance for youngsters was announced. The next thing I know I had been pushed on the floor by the overzealous parental crowd and was dancing with a boy who was scared to death. He was managing to dance with me while keeping a two feet distance between us. For the next five minutes that he danced with me, he relaxed and the distance between us reduced to one point five feet.
From the few words he muttered I got to know that he was working in Australia and had come here to look for a suitable bride. I also saw his mother eyeing me with interest while pumping my friend’s mother for information about me. If the later account is to be believed out marriage was almost fixed. Once the dance ended I sneaked to the bar and had my glass of Pepsi.
And that’s when ‘It’s the time to Disco’ started to play. Suddenly much to the anguish of onlookers I was in the middle of the floor, head banging with a gusto. I was doing a mix of Bollywood dance, freestyle, salsa, break dance with a dash of bharatnatyam. My friend was desperately trying to pull me off the floor, but nothing was going to stop me.
Needless to say my prospective mother in law was horrified at the proceedings and was busily trying to hustle her son who had finally gotten interested in me, thanks to my dancing ability. He was looking amused instead of scared which was an improvement.
However much too soon the song ended and the effects of Pepsi wore off. Like a true drunkard I did not remember any of this event till it was recounted back to me.
Unfortunately I never got any details of that boy again, infact I heard the family moved out of the city. I do wonder why…..
Image source: friends dancing at a party by Shutterstock.
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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